Chapter 53 Interstellar Extra: Anatole and Darien

Anatole was born on Alma.

A hotbed of sin, a slum, a den of venality, a wasteland, a pit of depravity...

Alma has many names, and only those who are in it can understand the deepest meaning of each name.

Like many children here, Anatole doesn't know who his parents are.

Since he can remember, he has been shuttling between alleys, rummaging through garbage dumps, picking up abandoned items, and cleaning cars and shoes for people...

This has been Anatole's unchanging life for ten years.

Perhaps he will be like most of the children here, either dying suddenly in a gang fight, or living in a daze, indistinguishable from the crowd.

- Until his eleventh birthday.

Young people are full of curiosity and are fearless.

Perhaps the birthday boy is especially lucky. Little Anatole found a working engine from a hidden corner.

He ran to the shed he built and took out the aircraft design and various small parts that he also picked up from the garbage dump.

Talent is sometimes unreasonable.

Amazing talent just happened to be bestowed on a completely inconspicuous boy in Alma.

When Anatole fearlessly drove his simple aircraft to an unknown garbage planet, the sky wrote this fateful encounter.

A crashed spaceship fell on an uninhabited planet.

The boy of the same age as Anatole seemed to be from another world.

Even in the broken spaceship, the golden hair still shone brightly, like the sun, a color completely different from the dark and damp Alma.

Anatole awkwardly wiped his dusty hands on his clothes, but found that his clothes were also dirty. He could only approach cautiously and look at this boy who seemed like a miracle.

Anatole picked up the best gift given to him by God here.

The boy forgot his name, so Anatole called him "Darian".

——It means "gift".

Darien is like a gift from God, descending by his side.

This is also the first and most precious "gift" Anatole received.

*

The two have been living on the garbage planet for seven years.

Anatole was afraid that his "gift" would be taken away by bad guys, so he selfishly left Darien on this uninhabited planet.

Darien didn't remember his birthday, so he took the day he met Anatole as his birthday.

On the boys' eighteenth birthday, the two exchanged birthday gifts.

Two simple necklaces, each with a rough red rope hanging two small stones, black and green, which were the eye colors of Anatole and Darien respectively.

Anatole gave the necklace in his hand awkwardly and lowered his head in embarrassment.

The handwriting on the stone with the name "Darien" was crooked, and several strokes were wrong in the middle.

This was the best piece written by Anatole, and the other dozen discarded pieces were buried in the garbage dump.

Darien never cared about these things. His eyes were bright, just like the transparent green stone in his hand.

"Will you go to Alma with me?"

Anatole made a bold decision that he would regret deeply in the future.

"Okay."

Darien took Anatole's hand, held it tightly, and smiled.

The pendant on his neck sparkled in the sun.

*

So why did fate play such a joke on him again?

Anatole thought so in countless sleepless nights.

Darien's late differentiation made both of them at a loss.

Uncontrolled pheromones dissipated from the back of his neck. Anatole gritted his teeth to suppress the instinctive impulse of his body, and gritted his teeth to carry Darien on his back.

Several alphas blocked Anatole's way.

They swung away the outstretched hands and threw Anatole heavily to the dirty ground, splashing dirty water.

Anatole's face was pressed against the bumpy ground, and the small and rough stones hurt his skin.

The dirty black water on the ground was bleeding, and the broken wounds were soaked in the dirty water, which was very painful.

"Don't touch him!!!"

Anatole looked at the group of alphas with a sneer and stretched out their hands to Darien who was also lying on the ground. The veins on Anatole's hands bulged and his eyes were frighteningly red.

"Get out of the way!"

Biting the hand that was pressing on his head, Anatole used all his strength to climb up and knock away the man who was blocking Darien.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, almost breaking his voice:

"Darion!! Run--"

"Run!!! Leave me alone!!"

Darion could hardly see the road clearly, and could not hear any sound in his ears, only the sound of the wind.

There was only one word in his mind: run.

Anatole told him to run.

He wanted to run.

From behind, he seemed to hear the man's angry curses, the sound of flesh hitting the wall, and the sound of people groaning.

- And the sound of footsteps chasing after him.

Run faster...

I have to run faster...

I don't know where the shoes on my feet have been thrown away, and the white soles of my feet are rubbed to the point of bleeding.

The pain in my body has long been insignificant.

I don't know how long I ran, and I don't know how far I ran. Darion fell exhausted in an unknown alley.

A few drops of rain suddenly began to fall from the dark sky,

like the warm tears left in the heart .

*

Anatole lay in a puddle of water.

The cold rain poured on his cheeks, ruthlessly washing the scars on his body. The piercing pain turned into a dense, dull pain, as if ants were gnawing at him.

Anatole didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

Where's Darien?

Where's those damn bastards?

After struggling to get up, Anatole held on to the wall and limped, searching for Darien's trace.

An unspeakable panic spread in his heart.

Walking out of the alley and slowly moving to the door of a bar, Anatole caught a glimpse of a familiar figure before he fainted.

"I met a good guy last night, but there was a little lunatic following him. His bite was very painful, but he was also very durable. I don't know if he was killed."

The alpha held a necklace made of green stone in his hand and shouted to his companions.

"Where's that guy?!"

Anatole rushed forward regardless of everything, snatched the necklace from the man's hand, and his eyes were red with anger.

"You little brat, haven't you been beaten enough? How dare you talk to me like that? Huh?!"

The man kicked Anatole to the ground with disdain.

"Are you asking about the other brat? He's been killed by us brothers a long time ago. Who do you think you are? What's your business?"

The man was unwilling to admit that he had lost the man, and pointed at the necklace he picked up from the ground, looking down at Anatole who was lying on the ground with a condescending attitude.

"Did you see it? This is what we took off that kid."

"It's just a broken stone. You thought it was something good."

A pool of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth. Anatole clenched the necklace in his hand, almost embedding it into his flesh.

The temperature in his body seemed to flow away with the blood, getting colder and colder, so cold that his body trembled.

"That's a good look. If you have the guts, come and kill us."

"No, I don't believe it..."

He murmured in a low voice, staggered to his feet, gritted his teeth, bit his lips until they bled, dragged his wounded body, and rushed into the rain regardless.

"Darien..."

"Where are you?"

"Darien!!"

The gradually increasing sound of rain swallowed up Anatole's hoarse cry.

The hazy rain mist seemed to cover everything, isolating Anatole from the world.

He dragged his body along the streets, shouting and screaming, over and over again.

Then he fell into despair.

The rain finally swallowed up the suppressed cries.

*

Anatole killed those people.

He used various mechanisms designed by himself and poisons prepared by himself.

Maybe God gave him a sweet date after giving him a blow.

The federal officer who was arresting fugitives in Alma happened to meet Anatole who had just killed someone.

At this time, Anatole met his mentor.

* At

the same moment, Darien, who was exhausted and unconscious, was picked up by an elderly retired mercenary.

On an unknown street corner, a mercenary held Darien, who was wrapped tightly in a black robe, and a federal officer led Anatole, who was limping.

They passed each other by fatefully.

After briefly crossing and overlapping, the two red lines dramatically staggered, as if they had become two parallel lines that did not intersect each other.